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I was there, walking on Queen Street.
　　
　　It was a beautiful day, sunny but not very hot. Actually I had been walking on the same street 2 days ago, together with a male friend side by side, who has been obsessed with the culture of the country where I came from. I know I have had this affection for him since I caught the first smile he threw to me. And now he is leaving here for the orient continent soon. Unexpectedly, I am not as sad as I thought, but enjoying the peaceful afternoon in the downtown. Maybe it is just because there’s nothing left to bother me any longer since apparently the next time I meet him will be some day somewhere in the unknown future.
　　
　　Actually it is unfair to complain why people always misunderstand you, even if they are your dearest friends or your parents sometime. It is doubtful that how much you might be aware of what is going on in your own mind. We have only been together twice, less than 24 hours in total, being friendly to each other with other people around, being connected when we are talking alone, feeling nice and comfortable when our bodies touched, and totally sunk into immensity at last…… Then everything comes back to usual, by which it means acquaintances only contacting by mails. Although it is hard to tell whether or not we really understand each other, I am grateful for those starry nights with his company, just like the falling stars if my life was compared to a quiet evening.
　　
　　At the moment, I was heading for the Albert Park, where a celebration is being hold for Chinese Lantern Festival, looking around the streets and those people passing by, their hair and skin in all kinds of colors, which still appears a bit strange to me. Feeling totally relaxed as a stroller who doesn’t care about time and place, I kept walking until the grassy hillside of the entrance to the park came into view. The park has been wrapped to a joyful playground, stages, and miscellaneous booths with various goods from China. Being in such a hilarious celebration decorated by paper-made lanterns, I hadn’t expected to meet anyone I knew among the exciting Aucklanders, either queuing up in front of the candy floss stall or squashing in and out the crowd with straw hats on their heads.
　　
　　But on the corner of the park, he was standing right there, who broke up with me two months ago and got a new girlfriend soon after that, talking with two of his friends, one from Europe and another guy from Indonesia. Under that strong sunshine, there’s no way I could possibly sneak out of their sight and I was somewhat keen to talk with that European guy, Johnny, who I met a couple of times before, a guy in a muscular build and charming eyes, so I walked up to them and said “Hello“. The next few hours were quite easy for me with the pleasant conversation with Johnny, mainly about the martial arts, which was on demonstration in the lawn in front of us. But there’s no word even no eye contact from the one I ever went with. Well, it was much easier to understand the awkward situation than to reach his heart, which could be a good case to illustrate how the cultural difference plays its role in relationships. We were together for a couple of months, and we spent most of time on arguing or explaining. Inevitably the curtain was down and the story was over. I figured we might still talk and even hang out with each other from time to time, but that beautiful boy ever smiling to me with a bit shyness would never be there anymore.
　　
　　Now I am being myself, listening to the music I like, going to the gym a couple of time a week, having lectures every other day, and all of these make me only get time to sigh during my dreams in those lonesomely quiet evenings. The one I ever loved lives in another side of the earth, totally apart from my life; the one I ever liked falls for some other girl, the one I always fancied about left here without a farewell glance…… Well, that is how life is supposed to be. But is it how love is supposed to be, not as pure and everlasting as people said?
　　
　　Sometimes I have the feeling that I am emotionally torn up to some pieces, being desperate about love and at the same time being so optimistic about the future. It seems like I lost my way in a forest where I believe I can find what I want… There were many lovely memories in my heart, but they flow away briskly through my fingers when I reached out for them.
　　
　　I was there, with some hope in the sun.